First Impressions II: Foreshadowing

Looking back at that day, it was riddled with foreshadowing,

the beginning, middle and end

I met you in a downpour and you pulled up to take me to the house, which would be home for the next three days. In the rain, I appeared pitiful but admirable, hopeful but desperate.

To me, you were like a shinning beacon of hope and refuge.

To you, I was the embodiment of hope.

But just like a sudden downpour, it would all come crashing down at once and wouldn’t last forever.

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